Summary

“Going to take a bite Cap?”

Steve stared it down, hesitating. “Based on the smell, I feel like I should say no..” but before he finished his sentence Tony stuck the spoon into his mouth. Steve proceeded to choke profusely and spit the contents onto the workshop floor.

“Oh my god!” Steve gasped while he continued to spit on the floor.

“See!” Tony all but shouted. “What am I going to do? At this rate I might actually be poisoned by his food. I can see my grave now. ‘Here lays Tony Stark who was poisoned by rancid chicken.’"

Steve stared at the ground, brow furrowed, and muttered. “That was what I imagine garbage tastes like if I was ever to eat garbage.”